A.N: At the beginning of the movie it said they had defeated the Shredder, but, what if they hadn't? Yes, the Shred-head is alive! I like him as an enemy, and he is going to be the enemy! And I'm also adding Baxter Stockman, from the earlier cartoons. If you don't know who he is, that's okay, he's not a main character or anything. I don't own TMNT I only own the plot and my OCs. Enjoy!

I woke up with bright lights in my face.

They were soon gone and replaced by a man's face. He had glasses that hid hazel eyes and bright orange hair, he was wearing a white lab-coat and a purple shirt underneath.

I checked myself over, not by looking but by feeling.

I wasn't in my outfit anymore, I was in my undergarments that I wear under my outfit.

A sports bra, a pair of shorts, knee pads, elbow pads, fingerless gloves and boots. All black. I also had fishnet connecting my glove to my elbow pads, and coming up from my boots.

"She's awake." The man who looked like a scientist said in a nasally voice, I tried angrily to get off whatever I was lying on.

It was a metal table, it had restraints like the ones they put on when someone from jail went to the hospital.

Then I looked up and a tall man with a shiny metal suit was leaning over me. He had very overdone spikes on his helmet and actual real knuckledusters.

"Oh no, attack of da human can-opener!" I said a bit overly dramatic. He frowned, at least I think so, his face was covered, all except his eyes. "You are in no position to be making smart-laic talk" he said his voice was Japanese, I laughed in his face.

"Well, Can-head. Ya obviously don' know me" I said smirking, I had never actually been caught or held against my will, or even with my will. But I knew I didn't act like a damsel in distress.

Then he circled me. "I am the Shredder." He said proudly, I laughed again. "Da Shredder? Man, even I can make up somethin' bette' den dat" I said my accent clearer because I wasn't concentrating even the slightest on my talking.

Then I heard him flip a switch.

My whole body shook with electricity running through it, I could clearly feel it going through my veins and down to my very bones. It was painful without recognition.

The Shredder turned it off and I went limp and panted with pain. "I am running out of patience. But this won't happen again, if you tell me what you know!" He shouted at me his eyes filled with rage, but I was confused.

"Tell ya what?" I asked, he didn't electrocute me but he slapped me, his sharp knuckledusters deeply cut my face.

They went horizontally across my face, the top line had hit right above my eye, I was surprised I wasn't blinded on the spot. I felt my crimson blood pouring steadily out of my head.

The Shredder growled. "The turtles. Tell me everything you know." He said leaning into my face, I spat on him though I knew it would only get me in more trouble. I think I did it because I wasn't that afraid of death, and if anyone could kill me, it certainly wasn't this can-opener.

He growled again. "Then I'll just have to burn down that little tattoo shop of yours." He said with fake pity, he didn't know it but he had just crossed a very, very, thick line.

I started cursing him out. The worst words I knew, even some I didn't know I knew. He only smiled. "Then tell me where the turtles' lair is." He said, I didn't know why but I didn't want to tell him.

I didn't want to tell this 'Shredder' where the turtles lived, but I did know the sewers a bit more then he did, at least I hoped so.

I did a very convincing sigh of defeat. "If I do, will ya let me go?" I asked looking up with half hopeful eyes, giving him all the "power". Though I was the one in control. He smiled. "Of course." He said, I sighed again. "I know ya wanna kill dem. But can ya do it quickly? So dey won't suffer." I asked sweetly, he nodded "yes." I knew he was lying.

"They live in the sewers, under the Eyewitness News building" I said.

I knew that place, I actually spent one of my first nights there, it seemed like a pretty good place at the time. But then I found the junkyard, and then I found the empty warehouse, and then I found Sparky's place.

A snap in front of my face brought me out of my thoughts, it was mr. Shred-head again. "How do you get in?" He asked, which was for me, the most stupidest question in the world.

"Ya find a manhole near da building. You lift da manhole. Ya climb in da manhole. An' ya search da tunnels dat da manhole led ya to." I said like he was a five year old, he growled and slapped me again. But this time his palm was down so the knuckleduster didn't hit me.

Then he was gone and shouting orders to supposedly, his men.

Those numbskulls searched for about five weeks. I think most of them didn't come back earlier because they were afraid of the Can-opener.

In those weeks I had come up with a good nickname for that man, which was Can-head, Shred-head, or just the plain Shred.

But I knew it wasn't time for new nicknames when he came up to me that night with such an angry look in his eyes, it almost scared me.

Almost.

He went straight past me and towards the switch.

He flipped it.

I screamed out, I thought my lungs were going to burst. The pain was such a pain that I had never experienced before, I thought I was going to die right there and then.

I writhed in my restraints, arching my back hoping it would end soon. I screamed for mercy, I begged for it, this was more then one girl or even a man, could handle. Even if I was a stubborn ninja.

He finally turned it off, I still screamed but more lightly. Then I cried and panted.

He came and faced me. "Where are those turtles. Or do you really want me to burn down that tattoo shop, with all your friends in it." He said, it wasn't even a question anymore, it was a statement.

I closed my eyes. "I don' know. I don' know where dey live. I haven't even met dem. All I know 'bout dem is dat dey are ninjas, like me. Dat's all I know. Please, let me go. I'm no use for you." I said pitifully, he looked at my face trying to figure out whether I was lying or not.

"You know something else. Guards, take her to the torture chambers." He said turning around, my eyes shot open.

"No! I'm telling da truth! Come back here, ya bastard!"

The table I was lying on was wheeled away. To the torture chambers.

I screamed again. But this time the reason was a needle they injected me with, I had always had a phobia about needles. They told me that as long as I was a prisoner here, they might as well use me as a lab-rat too. They had chained me up in one of those old time dungeons, I had my arms behind my back which were shackled to the wall.

Then a strange thing happened after they gave me the injection, I felt very very sleepy. I laid down and closed my eyes.

I literately fell asleep right when my eyes closed.

I woke up on my back.

It had been about almost a year since they had injected me with the first dosage. They had continued injections every month, that's how I knew it had already been a whole year. Because I've had almost twelve shots. Today was my last one.

The man that had first greeted me when I had first been brought there came into my dungeon. It was my dungeon because I was the only one there.

He smiled at me, his name was Baxter Stockman. "Good morning, Shadow." He said, it had surprised me the first time that after all that spying they still hadn't figured out my real name. And I of course didn't tell them, they didn't give a damn anyway. He injected me. "So, dis stuff makes me heal quicker?" I asked.

Yes that was what the shots were for. Building up a mutated immune system month after month, for a year.

And since it was a while, you're probably wondering if I looked any different. Oh yes, I looked different.

My once short silver hair was now long, it almost reached my tailbone, Stockman had said it was a side effect from the drug he was giving me.

The cuts that Can-head had given me had turned into permeant scars, I didn't mind that much though, it's not like I was a great looker anyway.

I had gotten dirty over the years, though every three weeks they let me shower. I also had been given things to, shave, wax my eyebrows, brush my hair and teeth. All those personal stuff.

But I had been a prisoner there, and it wasn't very fun.

I had wondered for a very long time if I would ever get out, or if I was destined to rot here.

"Yes, that is the plan." Stockman said, while taking out the needle from my vein.

I had also been beat many times, they had not given up on having me tell them where the turtles lived.

Everyone thought it was a normal day, everyone except me.

See, I had finally found a way out of this hell hole.

And I had been sitting on it the whole time.

Before Stockman could go, I tripped him with my leg and laughed. He didn't know but as I laughed, I muffled the sound of the key to my shackles dropping to the floor. He glared at me and then went on his way.

I carefully picked the key up with my feet, I brought it up to my mouth and took it in my teeth. I turned and carefully dropped it near my hands, I picked it up and started at my lock.

I twisted my numb fingers for a long time, my wrists were bleeding from the tight chains which made it slippery, but then I heard a distinct "click." I grinned, I opened up the chains and put them down carefully.

Then I slid off of where I was sitting, which was surprisingly a manhole. It didn't have the grooves like the ones you saw in the streets, but it was a place out of here. I only assumed it was manhole, but it looked a lot like one and even if it wasn't a manhole, it was still a way out.

I lifted it up with all my remaining strength, it was about five times heavier then an actual manhole which made it all the much harder.

I set it to a side and decided I didn't have enough strength to fight off whoever was down there guarding. I hadn't known how much being there had worn me down.

Then I tore off my right arm's fishnet and my left leg's fishnet, I scrunched them in a ball and put it on the rim that held the manhole lid, then I placed the lid back into place.

I would escape the next day or the day after.

It was the next day.

I had been wanting to do it the day after since I was still recovering, but fate had a different plan.

Sirens.

Much like the ones I had heard so many years ago on the street of the house where I had grown up in, I had a second long flashback of that night.

Orange, red, yellow, fire. My parent's burnt bodies where they had been tortured were mangled. Me grabbing everything that meant something to me and stuffing it in my bag, then trying to save them. Only fourteen, homeless, scared, and alone. Tears that only I saw in the dead of night. Drawing that brought me into a whole other world, growing up on the streets. Learning things on the streets. Training to be a ninja, on the streets. Then I heard shouting, wait, shouting?

I came back and men were shouting something that sounded like, "turtles".

But I couldn't be that lucky, it was probably someone that wanted that drug I had been given, I mean, who didn't want a better immune system and possibly be practically immortal? Me, that's who.

I got up and lifted the manhole, I heard people coming closer. I was about to climb down when the door opened, I been hoping it was one of the turtles but as I said. I wasn't that lucky.

The Shredder ran over to me, thankfully it was a good size room and I had enough time to jump down the dark hole.

When I got a bit too fast, I grabbed onto the side of the ladder to slow myself down. It hurt my hands, I could hear and feel them being torn from the rust on the ladder and bleeding crimson onto the jagged metal.

But I didn't let go and it slowed me down, I started climbing down and eventually I reached the bottom.

There wasn't anyone in sight and if there were guards in the first place, they had gone up to help the others. I took this time to see if anyone was following me, and there were.

I started running through the sewers not even knowing where the hell I was going, I just ran. When I was sure I had lost them in the maze of sewers I stopped and sat down in a dry spot.

I grinned while panting, then I checked my.

Cuts?

I looked at my hands which had been cut just a bit ago, they were now healed. I reached up to my face where the scars were to see if they were still there, they were. I guessed that if something happened to me before the drug stayed with me.

I heard sounds coming closer to me, I jumped up and started running again. This time they were faster, I was in a long straight forward tunnel, I dared a look back. I expected to see ninjas dressed all in black, but instead. I saw machines, they were silver, they were small, and I knew them as mousers. They used to be popular, and the next new thing, then it had all turned horribly wrong.

[Oh, for ninjas sake!] I thought but kept running, I started focusing on looking for a way up. Unfortunately mousers are machines, they don't get tired, I do. I started slowing down but they kept their pace, I wished for my sais at that moment. Then I remembered, I had them when I was darted. They were all back with the Shred-head, I growled.

I spun on my heel, the mousers kept at me.

My eyes turned into angered mutated slits and I attacked furiously.

It was all in a confused blur of my fists against the hard metal, and my boots crunching down on their small heads.

Then my vision cleared, I had somehow killed all the mousers. I smiled though I didn't know how I did it. But that was no time to celebrate, because I heard more footsteps coming my way.

[Oh, c'mon, don' I get a break?] I thought shaking my head, but I turned around and started running, again.

I soon got a break and found a ladder leading up. I started climbing, I heard the footsteps that had been following me coming closer. I of course, climbed faster.

I lifted the manhole and climbed out, it was night. I heard the people that had been following me in the sewers and started climbing up a fire escape.

I got to the top of the building and started jumping from roof to roof. They, of course being as stubborn as they are, followed me.

The moon came out from the dark clouds and shined light down on me, I hoped no one was looking outside their windows and happened to see me. Then I came to a point where it was too wide even for me to jump.

I had to stop, I looked for a fire escape but there wasn't one. I heard the people right behind me. I quickly turned ready for a fight, but instead of the ninjas I expected to see.

It was the turtles.

I was shocked but got over it quickly.

"Geez, I thought ya guys were da Can-opener's men." I said catching my breath. They all laughed, or chuckled, or snickers, or tried to hold it in. Depending on which on you listened to.

"We just wanted to meet you, dudette." Orange said grinning, I nodded, but still wary of them. "Yeah, well. Here I am, so what's yer names?" I asked looking at all of them thinking that this was finally a meeting.

"I'm Leonardo, and these are my brothers. Donatello, Michelangelo, and Raphael." Blue said introducing everyone. "Just remember dudette, the ones that end with O are the coolest." Michelangelo, or Orange said. Red, or Raphael made a silent growl towards him, Donatello, or Purple, held out his three fingered hand.

"Nice to meet you finely, Shadow." He said smiling, I chuckled. "Well, my name's not really Shadow." I started, they all raised their non-excitant eyebrows.

"It's Crystal."

A.N: They finally meet! Yes! Thanks for reading ya mutants, don't forget to review!